I am in the middle of a month's vacation in Myrtle Beach and it truly is my idea of heaven, or as close to it as is available on earth. Mom and I (the mom part of that is going very well) took several days to get here. We spent the first night with my nephew and his wife and the next two nights with mom's cousin and her husband. Both of those visits were wonderful. But I was really anxious to be in my own little house near the beach.
Mom and I got her Thursday afternoon. It is such a pleasant house. It is quiet, no kids, no animals, no
TV, no radio--no husband. I do what I want, when I want and how I want. I'm working on quilting, knitting, sunning myself and reading a book a day. It's the life for me. At least for a couple of weeks. I miss the boys and I really miss Al. I have no one to snuggle next to in bed, to bounce ideas off. I miss him. But even so, it's nice to be here. I'm glad I came.
Being with my mother is nice. It is going better then I expected, but in a way it is a little sad. It's as if our roles are reversed. I am the responsible adult and she is -- oh she is somewhere between the obedient child and the well mannered guest. She is happy to go along with what ever I plan, happy to help in any way possible, but not willing, on anything more involved then what she wants for dinner, to take charge or make make a suggestions. This is not the mom I know and it's not the mom I really want. I would like our time here to be more equal, to be a partnership. That said, I am having a good time, and I am seeing her in a different light. I hear more if her stories from her childhood and her young adult hood. Not only am I
enjoying them I can relate to them on a woman to woman level.
